Page 7 of A Ryan Restraint


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“You fuck me so good,” I cry as tears start to run down my cheeks. My body is overwhelmed and I need more release but he’s not going to let me have another one just yet.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. You know that, right?” he asks as he slides even deeper. “I’m almost balls deep in your ass, angel, and it’s not enough. How the fuck do you do this to me?”

I don’t answer him. I can’t. All I can do is suck in stuttered breaths as he fucks my ass to a delicious and relentless rhythm. Taking my hands, he places them on the bench above my head so that he can lean over me. Then he presses his lips against my ear, growling filthy things that make my pussy flutter and my insides contract. But he doesn’t let me come — not yet. He keeps me teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“I’m s-sorry I-I made you c-crawl,” I whimper.

“I’m not,” he laughs as he grips my hips with his powerful thighs and sinks all the way inside me, making me cry out his name as my orgasm tears through my body until I have no sense of anything other than the wave after wave of pleasure that courses through every single part of me.

I’m vaguely aware of Conor grunting and cursing in my ear and a warmth between my thighs before his strong arms are wrapped around me as my eyelids flutter open. “You still with me, angel?” he asks softly.

“Uh-huh,” I murmur as I look into his eyes and see that he’s carrying me out of the gym now. I’m pressed against his hard chest and I rest my cheek on his shoulder. “Did you just make me pass out?”

He arches an eyebrow at me. “Maybe. Am I that good?”

“Hmm. You know you are,” I whisper as I snuggle against him. “Where are we going?”

“For a bath,” he says, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. “We’re both very sticky.”

“Well, it was a hell of a workout,” I giggle.

“Told you,” he says with a wink.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He kisses my forehead and holds me tighter to him. “Love you more.”

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